#Interpretation
There is so much left to learn. So much that I am yet to understand. But as long as you breathe into me, I will forever be thankful. ~IdyC.~
Many see what they can’t possibly begin to understand where it came from. I remember being nothing than a speck of dust in my eyes. I considered myself nothing more than a fly on the wall. I lived in a movie in my mind. Never considering what more I could be past what I presented. I was certain that love was conditional. That it was something I received based on what I was able to produce for others. I was certain that you were mistaken, speaking to someone behind me when you told me “You are not a mistake” I was convinced that your vows to me were filled with hollow promises. Year after year, I keep waiting for you to break them. So finally, a love like this can make sense. So I can feel worthy of such love.
23 years ago, Love gave birth to me. He called me “adored.” He told me he was “delighted in me” He saw my worth. Love took beatings for me, the ones I am certain that I deserved.
He took me across the sea, served me parts of my dream on a platter and in exchange, asked that we get to know each other. This journey with Him hasn’t been what I expected. At the moment, it felt invasive, unsettling, but oddly fulfilling at the same time. I had/have so many questions, and the more I know, the more I question and seek to understand. Now in retrospect, I couldn’t be more grateful for His ways, not mine. His plans, not mine. For in the crushing, He’s always making new wine.
So now, I am 23. 23 sitting at my Love’s feet, hungry for more, but satisfied to just bask in His love for me.
Until next time,
